~I'm Sorry~{Discontinued}

Here. There. Gone.

There will be a lot of sisterly fluff between Alya and Mari.

Marinette woke up to the sun shining on her, her pajamas on her. The last thing she remembered was her falling asleep on Adriens shoulder is the limo.

Wait....Chat....no Adrien...Chat-Adrien AHHH it's the same person!

Marinette sat up and took in her surroundings. The room was painted pink, with mirrors and desks all around her. Wait....how'd I end up here?!

Of course sweet Mari wouldn't realize that she had been brought to her room last night. She stated to get out of bed when Alya walked up to stairs and into Maris room.

"Ah, you're finally up." She said, carrying a try with pancakes and bacon.

"Alya...how did I get here, and why are you still here?" Marinette said, trying not to,sounds rude.

"Well your parents texted and said that they'll be gone the rest of the weekend, they need more ingredients for baking and they have a relatives in the countryside of France. They told me I could stay here with you, if you want me to." Alya brought the tray over and sat on the bed, motioning for her to eat the food.

"Gurl you were out cold last night. When Adrien first carried you in, I thought you were dead or some shit and I nearly killed him. Then he explained how you fell asleep in his limo on the way home. He carried you upstairs and left so you wouldn't wake up. As if on cue, you suddenly woke up but only for a second. You were half awake as I helped you put your pajamas on, but you did most of it yourself." Marinette smiled. It was nice to know her friend and boyfriend would go through all this trouble for her. Suddenly her smile faded.

"Wait, but Adrien has been staying with me, where's he sleeping?" She asked. The thought of him returning to his abusive father made her shiver.

"It's fine, Mari, he told me he's actually renting an apartment. He wants us and Nino to come check it out later." Marinette mouth formed an "o" as she understood. At least he would be ok.

"What time?" She asked.

"Uhh, 3:00. He wants us to help him unpack and get the furnishing done, maybe paint a little."

"Wait but he's renting one, so why would he be allowed to out new furnishing and paint?" Marinette asked. Alya quickly covered her mouth as her face turned red.

"Nothing...." She mumbled, hand still over her mouth. "Umm...wanna go watch TV?" Alya took her hand off her mouth so her words could be understood. Marinette nodded.

"Let me finish first." She pointed her fork at her half eaten pancakes and the two remaining bacon strips. "Ya know, this food is amazing, Alya." Marinette chewed a piece of bacon, the flavor bursting in her mouth and making her smile. "You should be a cook."

Alya shook her head playfully. "Me, a cook?! No way. All my talent, hard work and heart is into becoming a Journalist, thank you very much."

"Well obviously, but you need something to give you extra cash." Marinette had a point. Cooking did kind of run in Alya blood since her mother was a chef as the instead Chloes last name Hotel. She'd have to consider it.

"I'll think about it. Now," Alya stood up. "Since you're taking way to long, I get to chose what we are watching. Or whatever good movie or show I like that's on."

Marinette playfully sighed. "Fiiiiine." Alya immediately ran over to the hatches entrance, swinging it open and running down the stairs. Marinette could hear the sounds of the TV on, random actors and actresses speaking in a blur of words to Marinette.